i had to wake up at 6. i couldnt fall asleep until 1. thats 5 hours of sleep when im used to about 12. im going to try and get out of art appreciation. i hate art, i dont appreciate it. so i guess im visitng sr. helen tomorrow. oh joy.

"you’re worthless.
you’re not going to make anything of yourself.
you’re ugly.
you’re fat.
you dont try hard enough.
you used to be so much better at everything.
...you used to care."

and people wonder why im sad. my mother makes me hate myself.

i had a good conversation with someone today, it made me cry..but it was still good. "ill always be here for you. dont do that to yourself. you’re none of those things....."

im trying so hard to believe them.

hell, im crying now.